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The king was pacing in the reception area of his rooms. Loud screams and grunts interspersed with quieter voices giving instruction could be heard from the other side of the bedroom door. His anxiety was understandable, his wife was giving birth to his first child, a child that would have a great destiny if the Sheikah seer was to be trusted. She was of course, her loyalty to the royal family was unquestioned.

Suddenly there is a higher pitched cry from the bedroom where the midwives were helping his wife and queen to give birth. It was the distinct cry of an infant, strong and healthy before being soothed by one of the midwives.

The king stops his pacing and stands facing the door for the news on whether his child was the Princess of Destiny or the Hero of Legend. It was a long few minutes to wait before the door opens and the eldest midwife steps into the reception room. The king straightens his shoulders, his tense posture becoming even more so.

"My king, I am happy to tell you that your son is healthy and your wife is resting."

"My son?" The king's face splits into a wide grin. "I have a son!"

The midwife smiles back at the joyous king and nods. "Yes, do you have a name decided on."

"Link, he is destined to be the Hero of Legend and his name will be Link."

Miles away in a small town at the edge of the kingdom another mother is going through an ordeal similar to the queen's. The town's midwife crouches in front of her while her husband holds her hand and her young son waits nervously by the door to their house.

With a scream the mother pushes one final time and the midwife is backing up a small bloody bundle in her hands. While the woman's husband wipes the sweat from her brow with a cool cloth, the midwife takes the new baby to a tub of water that the young boy had made sure stayed warm during the long hours his mother was in labor. She begins to wipe the babe with a cloth, cleaning the gore from her mouth and nose before patting her on the back and forcing the child to wail.

"Congratulations, she's a healthy baby girl." The midwife finishes wiping the infant clean before wrapping her in a small warm blanket to hand her to her father. "There's still a bit of mess to push out, but it shouldn't be as difficult. Now push for me just a bit more."

The mother nods and does as she is instructed. It isn't long before the rest is out and the father passes his daughter to her mother. "What should we name her?"

"Zelda."

The parents smile down at their baby girl before the mother looks up at her son still in the doorway. "Colin, come, meet your little sister."

The boy is cautious in his approach, a look of awe on his face as he looks down at the tiny little being in his mother's arms. His father sets a hand on his shoulder, drawing him in close for a small hug.

"You're a big brother now Colin, it's your job as her big brother to keep her safe and protect her."

Colin looks up at his father and nods, his awed look turning to one of determination.

"I'll keep her safe Father, you can count on me."